All the memories of things said and unsaid,
dance like ghosts around in my head.
The girl, tired by all the games,
chose instead to make her own fun.
By herself, yet not alone,
making shadows in the last of the sun.
"Who says the sun is a he? Maybe he's a she."
"No he has to be a he because the moon is a she."
"It's simple. They're the oldest example of star-crossed lovers."
"The two of them aren’t allowed to be together but they’re forever chasing one another. And every so often they steal a few precious moments together at dusk or in the early hours of the morning. The heart-breaking thing is without him she would be nothing, just another rock in space."
"Who says they’re not allowed to be together?"
"One belongs to the day and one belongs to the night. They wouldn’t work together."
"Maybe they don’t want to make it to work."
"They obviously do because he lights her up every night."
"And what happens when there’s an eclipse?"
"There’s an excitement in the air because these two soul mates finally get to be together for a fleeting moment."
"Soul mates. I never looked at it that way."